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An Unknown Hero

I‘m so sad relating to this. That‘s how I reacted towards the news and shared it with some friends. Another young person, which now makes three, has died since I camped with these on Freedom Plaza in Washington, D. C. in the autumn of 2011. All three died long before their time, in strange and unexpected ways. All the strategies were so inspired, so filled with life and such an integral section of our community. It is not easy to believe It‘s happened again.

Kyle, the newest to fall, was killed in her home yesterday where he lived with his father and brother. He died from smoke inhalation upon the second floor of his home. His brother tried to attain the window where Kyle struggled to flee, but was unable to get yourself a ladder inside the predawn darkness. Only 25 years of age, Kyle had already effected the lives of many. Like a lot of the people that were there upon the plaza, Kyle showed up having a backpack, the clothes he was wearing and never much else. Despite a insufficient possessions, he carried an enormous load of enthusiasm, he just brimmed with energy which was a as memorable as it was eventually infectious. Kyle was constantly in motion, talking, sharing and waving his arms attempting to express the strong beliefs he held. He believed in people, he believed in justice and he believed in assisting others.

Over the times and weeks I spent upon the plaza, I came to understand Kyle with his wild blonde locks dancing inside the breeze as he walked. Actually, he seemed to float over the bottom, his excitement lifting him as he went. Initially, he and I described New England, home for both of people. He was from Maine, one among my personal favorite places on this planet. As time went on, I saw that Kyle’s vision was bigger than he could sometimes hold. This vision took him far from our camp often times. He left to take part in rallies, marches and any event that spoke to him, often marching for long distances. During a cold and wet November, Kyle and lots of others walked 300 miles from Occupy Wall Street in New York to our camp in D. C. As they simply neared the city, I visited march with these inside the rain on the last five miles. On the way, Kyle learned much and eagerly shared his experiences with us upon his return. Sometimes, he left to go back to Maine to assist his folks, traveling on foot, bicycle by bus when he could afford it. Like many other people who knew him, I‘m sad to discover him go. He‘d such a lot to provide the planet.

I hope that his death will inspire me among others to persevere in your struggle for freedom, for justice as well as for a vision of mortals living and loving together in peace. In which world. Kyle would discover a fitting spot to rest. We that are still upon the planet can create this type of place. Kyle believed we could. Do you do too.